Short Stories

50 Word Thursday #24 – A trip to the Sea.

Debbie Whittam has set a challenge to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/10/25/50-word-thursday-24/

I missed it last week because I was on holiday/vacation, so this is the last one I wrote:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/10/18/50-word-thursday-23-the-last-festival/

Here is this weeks picture.

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Here are the words:

The fishing boats had returned from their morning runs; sea creatures of every sort lay atop the metal tables along the ports eastern flank.

Daniel Silva’s The Heist

A Trip to the Sea

As a child, I had always wanted to see the sea. We lived in the mountains, far away, so I had never seen it.

When it was my eighth birthday my parents asked me what I wanted.

“I want to see the sea,” I replied, having no concept of what this would cost.

My parents scrimped and saved and that summer took me on a trip to the nearest port.

The journey took us three days and at that age, it felt like a lifetime, but I will never forget my first sight of that ocean.

I remember staring at the sun glittered on the water like thousands of jewels.

As we drove down to the wharf, the smell of the fish was so pungent in the air, you don’t get smells like that in the mountains.

The fishing boats had returned from their morning runs; sea creatures of every sort lay atop the metal tables along the ports eastern flank.

I gazed fascinated at all the fish and other animals. Then I stopped, stunned and awed at an amazing creature, all rubbery with lots of legs with suckers on them.

“Papa? What on earth is that?” I cried.

My father looked at the expression on my face and burst out laughing.

“That’s an octopus, Son. Don’t you remember we used to read to you ‘Ollie the Octopus’ when you were little?”

“Yeah, But I didn’t know they were so… gory!

My parents laughed about that all the way home.

 

[250 words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/October/2018

 

I have also included Sheryl’s Your Daily Word Prompt: Gory

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/25/your-daily-word-prompt-gory-october-25-2018/

 

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Manic Mondays 3-Way Challenge – So Hungry are the Damned – A Dark Poem

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This poem was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-damned/

You may also wish to read my previous 3-way challenge story because this one follows it:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/24/manic-mondays-3-way-challenge-personal-scars-a-story-in-less-than-100-words/

 

So Hungry Are the Damned

 

He lured her to his lair

in that dark, secluded glade,

without fear, without a care

she danced to the tune he played.

 

He admired her tender form

so lovely, so full of grace.

Her body, soft and warm, 

then he slowly turned her face.

 

he bit into her neck,

to harvest her blood, so hot.

The red stains now bedeck

where diamonds soon forgot. 

 

Now she’ll join him as his queen,

in his realm, that darkest land, 

Envy not, those fiends, unclean,

so hungry are the damned

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/October/2018

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/glade/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/your-daily-word-prompt-harvest-october-1-2018/

 

 

 

 

The Strange Inheritance – Part Six – A Multiple Word Prompt Story

This is a continuation of a story I was writing some time ago. See here for the last instalment.

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/24/the-strange-inheritance-part-five-a-multiple-word-prompt-story/

This story was inspired by the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/30/quintessence/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/09/30/rdp-sunday-secrete/

FOWC with Fandango — Radical

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/30/your-daily-word-prompt-talisman-september-30th-2018/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/30/three-things-challenge-30-sept-2018/

Today’s things are: farewell, retirement, pasture

 

James returned to the Kitchen to find that Mrs Ponsomby had breakfast well underway. 

The smells of the sausages and bacon sizzling in the pan made his stomach rumble. It was one of his favourite aromas.

Jennifer was helping Mrs Ponsomby by beating the eggs with a little milk. 

“Go and Wash your hands, James, you’re all covered in grime and cobwebs from that cellar” Jennifer chided automatically falling back into her role as the bossy younger sister. Since growing up in the orphanage, they’d always been close but the last couple of years they had led separate lives. He worked in the City as a bank clerk and Jennifer was a teaching assistant at a Primary school in the suburbs. They both had their separate little dingy flats and led separate lives, meeting up occasionally. It was funny how being back together they had reverted. He was once again the protective older brother.

Obediently he went upstairs and cleaned himself up, then returned to the dining room and set the table. 

Continue reading The Strange Inheritance – Part Six – A Multiple Word Prompt Story

Everything Stops for Tea – Murder Mystery Grand Finale

I started writing a murder mystery some time ago, This is the final chapter.

If you’d like to read this story from the beginning, click on this link:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/11/the-start-of-it-a-short-story-with-familiar-characters/

Everything Stops for Tea

She had only taken one sip of the tea when the doorbell rang yet again. It was an impudent ring and it didn’t surprise her at all when Alice opened the door and her great-nephew bounded in.

“Afternoon Auntie, I got your note” Charles beamed at her then looked around at the gathered assembly. “What’s this all about Aunt Audrey? Did you want to make up a four for Bridge? That’s not really my game, more of a Cribbage man myself.”

“Just be quiet Charles and sit over there” Audrey pointed at a vacant chair next to Lord Halifax.

Audrey stood up and cleared her throat.

I have asked you all here to discuss the unfortunate deaths of Elsie Taplow and Claudia Halifax.

Audrey couldn’t complain she hadn’t received due attention. Several pairs of eyes were locked on her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do this?” Sir Alfred was clearly taken off guard “We were supposed to be working together.”

Standing at her full height, Audrey’s blue eyes flashed, she had never looked more alive.

“I couldn’t trust you fully. You could have very well been the killer. You came to call on me very early on that morning when poor Elsie’s body was found. You could have just come from killing her. I’ve seen it before, an old policeman, feeling obsolete and no longer useful. They go off the rails a bit. They want to make themselves important again, make themselves relevant. So why not create a murder to make them more relevant?”

Sir Alfred looked quite pale as he sat there looking up at Audrey.

Continue reading Everything Stops for Tea – Murder Mystery Grand Finale

Sunday Afternoon Reading – My Fantasy Story Part 23.

I was posting instalments of the Fantasy story I wrote 17 years ago every Sunday and Wednesday afternoons. The most observant amongst you may have realised that I haven’t posted an instalment in some time. In fact, the last one was posted last Friday, the 17th of August.

Well here is the next part. I hope you are enjoying it.

If you want to read it from its genesis, here is the link:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

 

Part Twenty-Three

Piotr Drake had not been enjoying himself. No, not at all. He was not in the best of moods. He had been travelling on the road for several days, since leaving the City of Savarias, on horse back and dressed up like a Mage. This had presented a couple of problems for Piotr. Firstly, that despite being a coachman he was not at all a good horse rider. He was fine with horses when he was sitting up high and they were harnessed to the coach and he had the reins and his whip. He found sitting on them quite unbearable. Truth be known he was not at all fond of horses. Riding them, he felt that the horse was more in control of the situation than he was. It took all his strength and stamina to keep the horse from straying from the road to have a munch of some tempting thicket. The way Piotr gripped his reins you would have thought he was riding a fierce stallion. Actually the horse was a particularly docile example and had been christened by its original owner, ‘Plodder’.

Continue reading Sunday Afternoon Reading – My Fantasy Story Part 23.

The Greatest Dancer – A silly poem

This poem was inspired by the Three Things Challenge set by Theresa the Haunted Wordsmith, It’s great to see her back.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/08/24/three-things-challenge-24-august-2018/

Today’s things are: flower pot, stereo instructions, dancer

Plus the Word of the Day: Bravado

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/24/bravado/

and Fandango’s Word: Reflex.

FOWC with Fandango — Reflex

 

The Greatest Dancer

I am the greatest dancer

when I have had a few

Like a noble pony prancer

you’ve seen nothing like I can do

 

I give it everything I’ve got,

with a bravado something keen

around a handbag, or flower pot

with a passion, you’ve never seen.

 

They tell me, I’m something great,

when I get out on the floor,

I kick my feet and while I gyrate,

everyone else runs out the door.

 

I have a reflex like a cat,

that’s what one survivor said

though he was a bit delirious

when I accidentally kicked him in the head.

 

So let me put on my favourite songs

I know that there’ll be major ructions

an exodus of desperate throngs

as I reach for the stereo instructions. 

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/August/2018

Picture from Pexels, Free WordPress Picture Library

 

The Wind Sheds No Tears – Part Five

This is a part of a longer story that I have been writing over the last few weeks. 

See here for the last part of the story, which also contains links to all the others, if you want to read more:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/04/19/the-wind-sheds-no-tears-part-four/

Part Five

The next day Pablo woke early. The sun was just coming up over the horizon, its light slowly ebbing into the dark night sky, hiding all its stars and turning it blue and getting brighter and brighter towards the east.

He put a small pack together, a change of clothes and a few simple belongings, he didn’t own much. He also put on the silver St Christopher charm necklace that his mother had given him. He didn’t usually wear it as the memories of his mother filled him with that longing for her touch that would never come. It was a charm to protect travellers and he was going with his Uncle Carlos to the City of Valencia. Likely, he would need its protection now.

Continue reading The Wind Sheds No Tears – Part Five

The Damsel’s Tryst – A poem.

The Damsel sat in a secluded glade, 

Leaning against the marble ballustrade

Enjoying the air her fan had made,

waiting for her love to serenade.

Daringly I approached through the mist

and decided to enjoin her tryst,

she shouted loudly for me to desist.

Declaring, “Sir, your not even on my list”.

“You’re not high enough in the hierarchy.

so there’s no way I’m standing for that malarkey!”

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/November/2018

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/17/malarkey/

MALARKEY

The Word of the Day is Malarkey,

I hope you enjoy this mischievous word. 🙂

Word of the Day Challenge

The Word of the Day is Malarkey

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https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/malarkey

malarkey
/məˈlɑːki/
noun

INFORMAL
  1. meaningless talk; nonsense.
    “don’t give me that malarkey”

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Multiple Word Prompt Poem – Hide from the World

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https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/16/sequester/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/16/rdp-friday-snooze/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/16/your-daily-word-prompt-percentage-november-16-2018/

Japan, tranquil, koi

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/11/16/daily-writing-challenge-nov-16/

Hide From the World

I wanted to sequester myself away today,

Hide from the world and curl up in a ball.

I can’t find the right words I want to say,

I’ve drawn a blank, I’ve hit the wall.

I feel all jumbled inside, that’s why I hide,

I’ll just draw the curtains and have a snooze.

I don’t want to talk, or discuss or confide.

And I certainly don’t want to watch the news.

It’s all doom and gloom and dark despair,

The percentage of people below the poverty line,

And the homelessness; it’s not that I don’t care.

If I had another property, they could have one of mine.

I need to de-stress, to relax and unwind.

Maybe I’ll get some koi carp from Japan

I could gaze at the pond, so tranquil and find

I feel no better off than when I began.

I’ve decided to follow the advice that I said

I’m going to do the one thing that feels right.

I’ll switch off the T.V and head up to bed,

And have a good sleep, so I bid you good night.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/November/2018

Sequester

The Word of the Day is Sequester.

So, if like me you feel like hiding away, before you sequester yourself under a duvet and watch an old movie (that’s what I intend to do) why not write a post inspired by this word first?

Have fun.

Word of the Day Challenge

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Today’s Word of the Day is Sequester.

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100 Word Story – Friday Fictioneers – Under the Bridge

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Under the Bridge

It was just a stretch of highway that crossed over a creek. 

Nothing special to look at, not worth travelling to seek.

We lived under the bridge, it gave us shelter from the rain

We had nothing much to live for, just more misery and pain.

How many more people have fallen through the cracks?

Shelter under bridges, on the wrong side of the tracks?

Each day an ordeal through which we must be brave.

Do not seek us under bridges, all you’ll find now, is our grave.

[90 word]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/November/2018

I started out writing a story, but It kept falling into a pattern and it became a poem. I am sorry if this does not comply with the rules, but creativity sometimes has a life of its own. 

This was written for Friday Fictioneers Challenge, see the link:

Soliloquy

The Word of the Day is Soliloquy

This is a complicated word, that conjures up visions of a Shakespeare play, but in essence we have all delivered a soliloquy at some point in our lives. We have all spoken our thoughts out loud to the wall, or the cat or the microwave. Never wanting a response but just clearing out our minds.

Anyone who has tried having a conversation with a teenager has probably felt like they were delivering a soliloquy too. Talking to thin air.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy using this word in a post.

Have fun. 🙂

Word of the Day Challenge

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Today’s Word of the Day is Soliloquy.

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50 Word Thursday #27 – Thoughts of Home

Debbie Whittam sets this challenge every Thursday, to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2018/11/15/50-word-thursday-27/

This is the story I wrote last week:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/08/50-word-thursday-26-kin-in-the-kitchen/

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Here are the Words:

Thoughts of escape began to plague me. –  
Isobelle Carmody’s Obernewtyn

My Story:

I stood on that sandy stretch of beach and gazed out at the harbour. Our Yacht was out there and my darling wife was still asleep in her cabin.

I had rowed ashore at dawn to be by myself. To think.

I couldn’t help thinking that my time was running out. I had finally admitted to myself that I don’t belong here. I never did. This was her dream, her desire. To live on an island and walk on the beach every day.

I was happiest back home. Yes, we had the money, but I missed all my friends and family. I missed the country I was born in, despite its rain.

Thought of escape began to plague me. I wanted to go back.

Of course, that would mean admitting the truth. How we came to orchestrate the biggest tax fraud ever seen and how we faked our own deaths in order to get away with it. It would mean prison for me and most probably my wife too.

I realised that I had been speaking my thoughts out loud. Delivering a soliloquy that only the seagulls could have heard.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 15/November/2018

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/15/rdp-thursday-orchestrate/#like-1069

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/15/soliloquy/

FREEZE

The Word of the Day is Freeze,

Write a post, story or poem inspired by this word, include a link to the original page.

Have fun. 🙂

Word of the Day Challenge

The Word of the Day is Freeze.

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